“Now, darlin’, what barista spit in your coffee this morningbecause I’ma ‘bout to tell them to cut you off entirely. I was gonna ask you something but clearly you’re too busy dealin’ with whatever crawled up your crotch and died so why bother anymore?”
“I don’t have coffee, it ruins your teeth and I’m not a hipster. But I’ll be nice, I suppose. What was your question, O Lady Doom? May I be of service to you?”